User blog comment:Lordsunflash/The War For Mossflower/@comment-3135907-20110804165510/@comment-3135907-20110804165950

An hour later, Flagmaugh and Skorab pause to take a breather. Letting down the oars, the rest awhile and pop their joints back into shape. Then they renew their work as Flecla sits in the bow thinking thoughts of splendor, riches and glory whilst nibbling the dandelion she picked in prior to the small voyage. A plan has been forming in her head, and one could almost see a dark cloud forming over her head. ''O! the riches! O! the joy!'' she exults inwardly. Her plan is laid out as perfectly as a game of chess.